Grant went about his boring tasks on Tuesday morning, the only thoughts keeping him sane until lunchtime were those of Beatrice Callahan. The woman had lit up everything inside him with her tears, then her smile, then her laughter. Her touch had made the flames fan into infernos, and he frowned at an invoice he swore he’d already paid.
“You don’t even ha…
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